June 1st 2017
Today’s blog comes in two parts – I’m going to mix it up a bit and instead of writing a blog about the run I did at lunch time or the barbecue I had in the evening I’m going to write a blog about the run I did at lunch time AND the barbecue I had in the evening.
I do worry that this constant run/barbecue/pub sequence of blogs I’ve been writing recently is getting a bit monotonous, but it’s a pretty good summation of where I’m at in my life at the moment – and giving ‘a pretty good summation of where I’m at in my life at the moment’ is kind of the point of this whole blog.
Thursday is track day. We’ve been over this before. Today’s session was a bit different though. We usually do something similar to 2x400m, then 6 minute intervals, and then 2x200m. Today though, we did 10x200m.
It was hardddd. I both hated it and loved it. It was hard so it was bad but it was beneficial so it was good. My trouble at the track has always been keeping the same pace between the first 200m and the second 200m. But we’ve been over that before.
This time, my pacing was spot on. Over ten intervals, not over two. My splits were 35, 37, 35, 36, 36, 36, 36, 36, 35, 36 seconds respectively. That’s remarkably and uncharacteristically constant. You can tell because the shape of the splits on the graph above all look kind of similar.
I suddenly get that this is not interesting content to most people. But I’m not really fussed. It shows that I’m improving, so yay.
Today’s motivation was no different, but the food was slightly. We didn’t have enough chicken for two kebabs each, so I barbecued some chicken sausages as well. I think that’s a thing. It tasted like it should be a thing.
It’s annoying because I think that photo looks pretty cool but I’ve just realised I’ve got a marinade stain on my right thigh. That’s a pain.
So yeah. That was my day. I went for a run, and I had a barbecue. (I also had leftover pizza for lunch and that was good also.)
That’s becoming a pretty regular kind of a day for me, as I settle into a work-life routine.
Until tomorrow, I can’t complain.